People leave.
They always leave.
I hate leavings.

I have an idea that leavings are due to people getting to know me. Bear with me on this. This is what happens, as far as I can tell. People come along. They are nice, kind. I get to know them. I start off sharing little pieces of me. They respond favourably, so I share more and more. Suddenly I discover that i have crossed the invisible line. This is not a fixed line; it is different for every person I get to know. But somehow, without meaning to, I cross it. I go to far. I tell tooo much about myself. And the door slams shut and they leave.
Endings are my fault.
elsie